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Brasyl
by
Ian McDonald
Think Bladerunner in the tropics...
Be seduced, amazed, and shocked by one of the world's greatest and strangest nations. Past, present, and future Brazil, with all its color, passion, and shifting realities, come together in a novel that is part SF, part history, part mystery, and entirely enthralling.
Three separate stories follow three main characters:
--Edson is a self-ma...more
Be seduced, amazed, and shocked by one of the world's greatest and strangest nations. Past, present, and future Brazil, with all its color, passion, and shifting realities, come together in a novel that is part SF, part history, part mystery, and entirely enthralling.
Three separate stories follow three main characters:
--Edson is a self-ma...more
Hardcover, 355 pages
Published
May 1st 2007
by Pyr
(first published January 1st 2007)
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The summary on the jacket for this book says, “Think Blade Runner in the tropics.” That’s wrong. It’s not Blade Runner, it’s more like if you took Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash, Baroque Cycle trilogy and Anathem, the basic plot from Apocalypse Now and some concepts from a crappy Jet Li movie called The One and put them in a blender and mixed them up to come with a unique story, you’d start to have an idea of what this book is like.
There are three parallel stories told in different time frames in...more
There are three parallel stories told in different time frames in...more
Sep 21, 2010
tim
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3 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Recommends it for:
aspiring reality police
Edit. Everything is edit, cutting down those endless tapes of footage to meaning… Take a sample here, another there, put them together, smooth over the joins with a little cutaway. A new reality.
A simple enough recipe for achieving life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Throw into the mixture a handful of spices: quantum computers, quantum knives, quantum tattoos. Sprinkle in some Gaian Goddesses and robotic surveillance angels; add a dash of Cosmic Christ. But don’t let anyone know that t...more
A simple enough recipe for achieving life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Throw into the mixture a handful of spices: quantum computers, quantum knives, quantum tattoos. Sprinkle in some Gaian Goddesses and robotic surveillance angels; add a dash of Cosmic Christ. But don’t let anyone know that t...more
(Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com:]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted here illegally.)
Regular readers know that I ended up lucking into a cool situation this month; I just happened to be able to get my hands on half of the ten books nominated this year for either the Philip K Dick Award (recognizing the best experimental science-fiction novel of the year) or the Hugo Award (acknowledg...more
Regular readers know that I ended up lucking into a cool situation this month; I just happened to be able to get my hands on half of the ten books nominated this year for either the Philip K Dick Award (recognizing the best experimental science-fiction novel of the year) or the Hugo Award (acknowledg...more
Jun 18, 2007
Jason Wyatt
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4 of 5 stars
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review of another edition
Recommends it for:
sci-fi fans
Extremely difficult intro, largely due to the language barrier (and my own stupidity). The author uses large numbers of Brazilian words that would take whole phrases to describe in English since they don't have direct translations, so I ended up figuring out most of them purely through context. The reason I'm stupid is because there was a brief dictionary in the back of the book that I failed to notice until I finished it.
Besides that, you definitely still need to give this book some time to dra...more
Besides that, you definitely still need to give this book some time to dra...more
I first heard about “Brasyl” when EW gave it a great review. I don’t usually pick my books from the EW reviews, but occasionally I learn about something that really piques my interest. Of course, being an unknown commodity (to me) and also currently available only in an expensive hard cover, I didn’t impulse buy Brasyl, but rather checked it out from my local library when I was in the mood to try it out—and that happened to be over this Holiday break. Congratulations, Ian McDonald, “Brasyl” is t...more
This book is billed as "Blade Runner in the tropics," but I have to object. Brasyl is no such thing. If any contemporary sci fi is like a rehash of BR, then it's Morgan's latest, "Thirteen." But "Brasyl" is more like "The Matrix" meets Twelvehawk's, "The Traveler," instead.
The premise of the story is rather interesting - Apparently, McDonald read a book for Smart People (Physicists) and got the idea of many different realities playing themselves out concurrently in other time lines and then proc...more
The premise of the story is rather interesting - Apparently, McDonald read a book for Smart People (Physicists) and got the idea of many different realities playing themselves out concurrently in other time lines and then proc...more
2006 Rio de Janeiro: Marcelina è un ambiziosa produttrice di bizzarri reality show in cerca del portiere Barbosa, causa della sconfitta del Brasile nella finale del campionati mondiali del 1950. Troverà invece un'altra se stessa.
2036 Sau Paulo: Edson, giovane imprenditore e giocattolo sessuale di un vecchio professore di fisica, si innamora di una hacker "quantistica". La perderà e la ritroverà
1736 Amazzonia. Quinn, gesuita irlandese, viene inviato in missione nelle profondità della foresta am...more
2036 Sau Paulo: Edson, giovane imprenditore e giocattolo sessuale di un vecchio professore di fisica, si innamora di una hacker "quantistica". La perderà e la ritroverà
1736 Amazzonia. Quinn, gesuita irlandese, viene inviato in missione nelle profondità della foresta am...more
The shoutline on the cover proclaims, ‘F**king brilliant. I’m as jealous as all hell – it’s a beauty’, the quote attributed to SF Master Richard Morgan. And Brasyl is certainly a beauty to look at, wrapped in an iridescent stencil-cut cover with a colourful kaleidoscope of images beneath. But the flashes and explosions don’t end there. From line one we are thrown mercilessly into a heady, crazy country and drenched in its own rich cultural references, lifestyles, mores and indifferences. It’s ha...more
Only a year after Pyr published the epic RIVER OF GODS in the U.S. comes Ian McDonald’s latest novel, BRASYL, and though it’s smaller than its predecessor, it packs no less punch and even more genius. Where other writers spend their whole lives creating fantastic imaginary worlds that have their own languages, calendars and social strata, McDonald has dived headfirst into a culture that’s every bit as fantastic and also awesomely real.
The extensive cultural literacy and knowledge McDonald showc...more
The extensive cultural literacy and knowledge McDonald showc...more
Unlike Ruzkin, I read a copy of Brasyl that had a stylish blue cover, rather than a curiously weird puke green mess. Not sure which represents the novel better …
So, what we have is a novel in three streams; one follows a TV presenter in present day Brazil. Another follows a Jesuit priest in the past. The third follows a guy in future Brazil, in a setting far more cyberpunk.
Well, I wasn’t as enamored by this novel as Ruzkin. I found it a tough read, and not just because there is a lot of Brazilia...more
So, what we have is a novel in three streams; one follows a TV presenter in present day Brazil. Another follows a Jesuit priest in the past. The third follows a guy in future Brazil, in a setting far more cyberpunk.
Well, I wasn’t as enamored by this novel as Ruzkin. I found it a tough read, and not just because there is a lot of Brazilia...more
Ian McDonald is one of my favorite authors. He probably has more imagination than any other author out there. He creates futures that are totally bizarre and makes them completely believable. In my opinion, "Brasyl" is one of his best novels. It's been nominated for the Hugo award and deserves to win.
"Brasyl" explores the concept of multiple universes in a whole new way. The end was a total surprise. I will definitely be re-reading this book.
"Brasyl" explores the concept of multiple universes in a whole new way. The end was a total surprise. I will definitely be re-reading this book.
Somewhat disappointing. Ian McDonald certainly has a distinctive style. It worked for me in River of Gods...but in Brasyl I was mostly annoyed. Maybe reading this right after River of Gods was not a good thing to do since they are so similar in style and both heavily involve quantum mechanics. I was a little sick of the parallel universe/multiverse stuff. However, it did end strong so I would recommend it...but it did not live up to the hype.
I stumbled upon Ian McDonald accidentally with "Scissors Cut Paper, Wrap Stone" and fell in love with his cyberpunk stories.
Brasyl is set in Rio De Janerio and the story spans three time lines: a reality TV producer hungry for her next break learns of a doppleganger, a thief hires a renegade quantum computer to crack an ARFID chip on a stolen handbag and a Jesuit priest sets out into the rainforest to account for his predecessors. It transpires that there is more to the rengeade quantum compute...more
Brasyl is set in Rio De Janerio and the story spans three time lines: a reality TV producer hungry for her next break learns of a doppleganger, a thief hires a renegade quantum computer to crack an ARFID chip on a stolen handbag and a Jesuit priest sets out into the rainforest to account for his predecessors. It transpires that there is more to the rengeade quantum compute...more
Después de la fantástica River of Gods, esta novela se lee como una obra menor del autor, pero solo en la comparación, porque por sí misma tiene bastantes cosas atractivas: una trama compleja con varias historias paralelas, personajes muy creíbles y sobre todo, la ambientación que es de primera. Se nota que el señor McDonald, como es comstumbre en él, investigó a fondo la cultura brasileña para salpicar el relato con infinidad de detalles, lugares, etc que hacen que uno se sumerja por completo e...more
Lido no âmbito do Clube de Leitura do Fantástico da Bertrand, era o livro a ler para o mês de Novembro.
"Brasyl" de Ian McDonald torna-se extenso demais. Tem descrições e pormenores interessantes e é bastante imaginativo. A parte final das três histórias daria um bom filme. Assim como seria interessante ver na tela os cenários da parte do Edson e como aquele futuro seria concebido, assim como a batalha na parte de Quinn ou até a luta final de Marcelina.
Nota ainda da a mistura de inspirações que M...more
"Brasyl" de Ian McDonald torna-se extenso demais. Tem descrições e pormenores interessantes e é bastante imaginativo. A parte final das três histórias daria um bom filme. Assim como seria interessante ver na tela os cenários da parte do Edson e como aquele futuro seria concebido, assim como a batalha na parte de Quinn ou até a luta final de Marcelina.
Nota ainda da a mistura de inspirações que M...more
Três narrativas em três realidades de um Brasil alternativo colidem numa revisitação de ideias sobre a virtualização do universo. Num presente decalcado dos piores pesadelos mediáticos uma hiperactiva agente de um canal televisivo com queda para o ritualismo da capoeira dá tudo por tudo para conseguir audiências. Ao investigar um personagem de um momento-pivot da história recente do país acaba envolvida num conflito que ultrapassa as fronteiras do que julga ser a realidade.
Num passado ucrónico...more
Num passado ucrónico...more
A sci-fi book told from three different characters' perspectives, one in modern day Brazil, one thirty years in the future, and one from the 1700's. The back cover hook told me they were all connected somehow. This was enough to get me interested, combined with the fact that I lived in Brazil for two years. Good thing I did.
I don't know how this book would be comprehensible to someone who hasn't lived in Brazil. No, not comprehensible, it's just that the author throws so much brazilian verbiage...more
I don't know how this book would be comprehensible to someone who hasn't lived in Brazil. No, not comprehensible, it's just that the author throws so much brazilian verbiage...more
What can I say, this was even better than River Gods; gripping, exciting, surprising and eventful. I had no idea how the three stories lines were going to meet at the beginning, I had tons of quesses on the way, but I only got right some of the details. Ian McDonald doesn't list the soundtracks for writing his novels at the end of them for nothing; the story rolls on with a rhythm and certain corporeal poetry. His skill in keeping the suspense (that I really don't honestly no that much about, I...more
As constant (some may say obsessive) readers, we have all come to know our individual tastes rather well. We know what books will hit our literary G spots and which will leave us feeling cold and dirty, like the regretful afterglow of a one night stand. We learn to savor those reads that are a “sure thing,” that guaranty a night of debauched pleasure. This is how it was when I first heard of the publishing of Ian McDonald’s Brasyl. There is no doubt that I am a scifi junkie. Few books scratch my...more
This book leant heavily on Brazilian culture and vocabulary in an attempt to make it more interesting. The science was not at all convincing to me: the description of being able to see into parallel worlds was not at all believable, and it made no sense that the poison from a frog conferred the ability to do so in humans, just because that frog's retina is supposedly capable of detecting a single quantum of light (and is thus able to see into the quantum world). Also, just because you can see bi...more
Brazyl is a three part narrative drawn together through locale and quantum physics. The title is a good clue as none of them are actually Brazil and vary in interesting ways. They are a contemporary media satire worth of anyone of the post-Delillo generation that becomes a tale of a sinister doppelganger, a near future Gibson style cyber punk, and my favorite an alternative history of colonial Brazil that evokes Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, Pynchon’s Mason Dixon, and Llosa’s War at the End of the...more
Blade-runner meets Mad-Men meets Sliders, with a dash of World Cup fever and a detour into Heart of Darkness...Cyberpunk with a healthy dose of quantum physics and favela flair. One has to give McDonald credit for genre-mashing as well as temporal cross-cutting: three engaging characters, each of whose Brazil (1700s, 2000s, and 2050s) is well-crafted and convincing. Despite an unfortunate and increasing descent into silliness towards the end when the "metaplot" gets flushed out (at which point i...more
All in all I got the impression Brasyl is very carefully written and well researched. It displays the poetic quality of McDonald’s writing very well. Like Cyberabad Days it is a challenging read, one I didn’t truly appreciate until what I had just read, had time to sink in. I think McDonald managed to earn himself a place on the list of my favourite authors with these two books. The settings he chooses, the quality of the writing and the way seems to be able to completely immerse himself in the...more
Ficção cientifica a puxar para o cyberpunk com o Brasil presente, passado e futuro numa onda de mecânica quântica e universos paralelos.
O facto de ter 3 narrativas, cada uma com uma personagem principal diferente e passada num período temporal também diferente torna o livro algo partido/fracturado.
Apesar de existirem alguns pontos de contacto entres as várias narrativas, não chega para formar um todo realmente consistente.
Calculo que tenha alguns temas e conceitos específicos da cultura brasilei...more
O facto de ter 3 narrativas, cada uma com uma personagem principal diferente e passada num período temporal também diferente torna o livro algo partido/fracturado.
Apesar de existirem alguns pontos de contacto entres as várias narrativas, não chega para formar um todo realmente consistente.
Calculo que tenha alguns temas e conceitos específicos da cultura brasilei...more
Fully enjoyed this book, deliciously colourful and trashy. Initially I certainly preferred the Heart of Darkness homage set in the 18th century, but as things progressed I enjoyed the other storylines more and that one a little less.
McDonald's got a great style for this kind of book, although where he let the punctuation give way it did make me feel a bit nauseous. Thoroughly modern stuff, internal monologues chopped and sprayed through paragraphs. At any rate, his language remained good fun thr...more
McDonald's got a great style for this kind of book, although where he let the punctuation give way it did make me feel a bit nauseous. Thoroughly modern stuff, internal monologues chopped and sprayed through paragraphs. At any rate, his language remained good fun thr...more
If you were a fan of the "Sliders" TV show you will have some understanding of the basic premise of this book. If you then throw in just a bit of the "Matrix" in terms of good guys and bad guys fighting each other for the future of the universe, you've got it. The setting, Brazil, specifically Rio, with its wealth of culture makes for a nice backdrop for a story that manages to have that gritty, cyberpunk edge to though it is only really partially set in the near future. It may be me, but it see...more
Li este livro pois será o próximo a ser discutido no Clube de Leitura Bertrand de Lisboa e não gosto de ir sem ter as coisas lidas se não depois não percebo nada do que se está a falar.
É um livro interessante que se passa em três linhas temporais: século XVIII, 2006 e 2032, tendo como centro o Brasil.
Vamos acompanhando as várias personagens, como vão evoluindo e a forma como as diferentes linhas temporais acabam por se completar umas às outras.
Teorias de universos e multiversos, realidades paral...more
É um livro interessante que se passa em três linhas temporais: século XVIII, 2006 e 2032, tendo como centro o Brasil.
Vamos acompanhando as várias personagens, como vão evoluindo e a forma como as diferentes linhas temporais acabam por se completar umas às outras.
Teorias de universos e multiversos, realidades paral...more
Writers, like other artists, do not create in a vacuum. Rather, creation often comes by accretion, building on ideas of others to strike out in new or different directions. Ian McDonald's
Brasyl
is a marvelous example of such synthesis.[return][return]Each chapter contains three storylines set in past, present and future Brazils. Not only does McDonald give us a flavor for life in each period, he links them in unexpected and striking ways. Here, Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness meets The Matri...more
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Ian Neil McDonald (1960-) is a British science fiction novelist, living in Belfast. His themes include nanotechnology, postcyberpunk settings, and the impact of rapid social and technological change on non-Western societies.
McDonald was born in 1960, in Manchester, to a Scottish father and Irish mother, but moved to Belfast when he was five, and has lived there ever since. He therefore lived throu...more
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“Fake it may be, lies and deceptions, but this is the world in which we find ourselves, and here we must make our little lives.”
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“Marcelina loved that miniscule, precise moment when the needle entered her face. It was silver; it was pure. It was the violence that healed, the violation that brought perfection. There was no pain, never any pain, only a sense of the most delicate of penetrations, like a mosquito exquisitely sipping blood, a precision piece of human technology slipping between the gross tissues and cells of her flesh. She could see the needle out of the corner of her eye; in the foreshortened reality of the ultra-close-up it was like the stem of a steel flower. The latex-gloved hand that held the syringe was as vast as the creating hand of God: Marcelina had watched it swim across her field of vision, seeking its spot, so close, so thrillingly, dangerously close to her naked eyeball. And then the gentle stab. Always she closed her eyes as the fingers applied pressure to the plunger. She wanted to feel the poison entering her flesh, imagine it whipping the bloated, slack, lazy cells into panic, the washes of immune response chemicals as they realized they were under toxic attack; the blessed inflammation, the swelling of the wrinkled, lined skin into smoothness, tightness, beauty, youth.
Marcelina Hoffman was well on her way to becoming a Botox junkie.
Such a simple treat; the beauty salon was on the same block as Canal Quatro. Marcelina had pioneered the lunch-hour face lift to such an extent that Lisandra had appropriated it as the premise for an entire series. Whore. But the joy began in the lobby with Luesa the receptionist in her high-collared white dress saying “Good afternoon, Senhora Hoffman,” and the smell of the beautiful chemicals and the scented candles, the lightness and smell of the beautiful chemicals and the scented candles, the lightness and brightness of the frosted glass panels and the bare wood floor and the cream-on-white cotton wall hangings, the New Age music that she scorned anywhere else (Tropicalismo hippy-shit) but here told her, “you’re wonderful, you’re special, you’re robed in light, the universe loves you, all you have to do is reach out your hand and take anything you desire.”
Eyes closed, lying flat on the reclining chair, she felt her work-weary crow’s-feet smoothed away, the young, energizing tautness of her skin. Two years before she had been to New York on the Real Sex in the City production and had been struck by how the ianqui women styled themselves out of personal empowerment and not, as a carioca would have done, because it was her duty before a scrutinizing, judgmental city. An alien creed: thousand-dollar shoes but no pedicure. But she had brought back one mantra among her shopping bags, an enlightenment she had stolen from a Jennifer Aniston cosmetics ad. She whispered it to herself now, in the warm, jasmine-and vetiver-scented sanctuary as the botulin toxins diffused through her skin.
Because I’m worth it.”
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Marcelina Hoffman was well on her way to becoming a Botox junkie.
Such a simple treat; the beauty salon was on the same block as Canal Quatro. Marcelina had pioneered the lunch-hour face lift to such an extent that Lisandra had appropriated it as the premise for an entire series. Whore. But the joy began in the lobby with Luesa the receptionist in her high-collared white dress saying “Good afternoon, Senhora Hoffman,” and the smell of the beautiful chemicals and the scented candles, the lightness and smell of the beautiful chemicals and the scented candles, the lightness and brightness of the frosted glass panels and the bare wood floor and the cream-on-white cotton wall hangings, the New Age music that she scorned anywhere else (Tropicalismo hippy-shit) but here told her, “you’re wonderful, you’re special, you’re robed in light, the universe loves you, all you have to do is reach out your hand and take anything you desire.”
Eyes closed, lying flat on the reclining chair, she felt her work-weary crow’s-feet smoothed away, the young, energizing tautness of her skin. Two years before she had been to New York on the Real Sex in the City production and had been struck by how the ianqui women styled themselves out of personal empowerment and not, as a carioca would have done, because it was her duty before a scrutinizing, judgmental city. An alien creed: thousand-dollar shoes but no pedicure. But she had brought back one mantra among her shopping bags, an enlightenment she had stolen from a Jennifer Aniston cosmetics ad. She whispered it to herself now, in the warm, jasmine-and vetiver-scented sanctuary as the botulin toxins diffused through her skin.
Because I’m worth it.”

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